It's like fresh laundry under carpet cleaner. Even after they've stripped the walls, I can still recognize that smell... takes me back like a time machine.

He hasn't said word one since we got here.

I wish he would. I wish he'd say something lame like "we didn't know" or "the ends justified the means" or "really, when you think about it, it was therapeutic; you came out of the experience stronger, not weaker." Something to make me scream at him. Remind me how much I hate him.

And how much is that, exactly?

I know that bad as he is, most of the monsters in here-- not all, but most-- are worse. I know Mist would be worse. I've been fighting alongside him for months-- isn't that sort of a tacit approval? He's changed so much--

Am I losing my objectivity here? Isn't it my duty to report what I see-- not what I want to see?